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| 30th Street Station Statue Photo by Bgrace |
What is this feeling?
I can't find it's name.
A heart frozen numb, lying limp, laying lame.
The hollow place that waits just past the greatest pain.
Was Christ by his own power raised from the dead?
Or was it the Father who in hell found his bed,
Picked him up from his bloody pool
Gave light, love, life, and power to rule.
How does one know mercy,
Forgiveness in awesome breadth,
If he can't understand the depths of his own darkness.
And how can one heal the wound of another
Until her enemy becomes her brother.
My God who keeps His mercy long
Make mine stretch beyond this wrong.
Open wide the gates, let the enemy in
Somehow, someway, turn him to friend.
I can't raise this heart on my own,
Breathe life into these drying bones.
I can't raise this heart on my own
Send me a Savior to carry me home.
By Bgrace
Written in bits and pieces
over the last few years.
2 comments:
Your words truly reflect the "layers" of your journey and of God's mercy, grace, redemption and His love.
Becky, What a beautiful photo and
poem expressing your feelings. In
my own life I have known God's
true mercy and grace through a
period of pain. Praise God that
He does come at our greatest time
of weakness to give us strength to
carry on in our journey..if we just
but ask.
I love the rhythm of both of the
poems you posted. I must read some
of Emily D. again..or maybe Robert
F. Your poems seem to have the same easy reading with deep thought. Mom
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